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  “I just want to feel you,” I breathe, arching my back and pressing my breasts onto his chest. With a grunt, he pulls away, reaching into his pocket. I pull my dress over my head as he yanks his zipper down and pushes his boxers and khakis to his knees, rolling the condom over his length. I barely manage to get my panties to the floor when he steps back into me, grabbing my ass and hoisting me up.

  I moan as I feel his tip press against my opening. I must have tightened up a bit in the time we've spent apart because there's a shot of pain as he slides me down his shaft. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and lock my ankles just above his ass as he leans me back against the door.

  “Oh fuck,” he murmurs as he reaches his depth inside me. He circles his hips, letting me feel him inside me at every angle before pulling back out again. I marvel at his strength as he's able to hold me in place and thrust in and out of me with almost no support from me. The pain is gone by just his third thrust, and pleasure begins to course through my veins. My toes curl and I run my hands through his hair, then lean forward and slide my tongue inside his mouth.

  To my surprise, he steps away from the door, wrapping one arm around my back to keep me supported. He sinks down onto the edge of his bed so that I'm sitting on top of him. I unlock my ankles and move my legs so that I'm kneeling on the mattress. I rise up onto my knees as he leans back on his hands, getting used to the feeling of riding him. I reach my arms back, bringing my hands to the top of his thighs as I slide down him, feeling him stretching me open.

  He's hitting me in all the right places and I begin to move faster and faster. I keep my eyes open, watching as his mouth drops open and his jaw clenches. I love seeing that I'm pushing him right to the edge even as an orgasm is quickly building inside of me. His hips begin to pick up off the bed, slamming into me as I sink down. The extra power is just what I need, and I feel myself explode on top of him just as he begins to cry out. I keep rising up and down as I come, feeling how slick I am inside. He pulls me tight against him, resting his head between my breasts, as we both take deep, gasping breaths.

  But he's not done yet. I feel his hands creep up to my bra strap, unhooking it and sliding it down my arms. Even though I'm exhausted, I lean back and lift up my arms so he can slide it all the way off. He tosses it onto a nearby chair then sighs and runs his fingers down my neck, across my clavicle, then down my shoulders.

  “I missed you,” he murmurs kissing me softly in the middle of my chest. I bend my head down and kiss his hairline, then reach down and tug at his shirt. He obediently lifts his arms up so I can slide it off.

  “Mm,” I mutter as I lean forward against him, relishing the skin-to-skin contact. Suddenly I feel him lift me up and turn me around, depositing me with my back on the bed. He reaches down to hold the condom on as he pulls out of me, grabbing a tissue from his side table and finally kicking his pants and underwear all the way off.

  He slides back next to me on the bed as I glance around his room. It's neat in here, as I'd expect, except for floor-to-ceiling shelves next to his metal desk that are overflowing with textbooks.

  “Had to have them put in,” he says, seeing me looking at them. “But I'll give you the tour later.” I feel his hand slide over my hips, pulling me toward him. That hand slowly inches down as his tongue slides against mine, now working slowly, his urgency gone. He groans as he feels the wetness between my legs and slides one finger inside me. His thumb just grazes my clit and I gasp, pressing back against him. “Do I still get to order you around in bed?”

  “Yes, please,” I whimper, closing my eyes as he begins to circle his thumb.

  “Good,” he murmurs, and his fingers pull away, but are immediately replaced by his mouth. I moan as he takes a long lick of me, pulling my legs apart and repositioning his body between them. He holds my knees out wide, opening me to him completely. His tongue moves down to my opening, darting in and out of me—such a different sensation than his fingers or his cock. As he moves up again to my clit, flicking his tongue mercilessly back and forth across it, I feel another orgasm begin to pool deep in my belly.

  “Wait, wait, come here,” I say, touching his hand on my knee. “I want to taste you, too.” He looks up at me with a grin, and sits up. I press my legs together and he works his way up my body on his knees. I pin my arms to my sides as he comes up and kneels on either side of my shoulders. I pick up my head and he takes his hard cock in his hand, placing it between my lips. I can taste the latex of the condom we just used, mixed with both of our own scents.

  “Fuck, Brynn,” he growls as he slowly presses his hips forward until his cock hits the back of my throat. He begins to move a little faster, but he's careful not to overwhelm me, knowing that I'm completely helpless under him. I keep my eyes on his face as sweat begins to break out on his brow and his neck muscles tense. With a groan, he pulls out of my mouth. “Turn over,” he orders me as he swings one leg over me so that I can follow his command.

  I obey, feeling my breasts squish against the plain blue comforter. I hear the rip of another condom and a moment later he lies down on top of me, sweeping my hair off the back of my neck as he does so. I feel his breath on my ear as his cock pushes inside me. I'm so wet and he drives deep inside—maybe it's the position, but I don't know if I've ever felt him so deep before. He pulls out and moves back in slowly, eliciting a long cry from me. I feel tears spring to my eyes at the intensity of the sensation.

  “Squeeze your legs together,” he whispers. I inch them together, feeling my muscles clench even more tightly around his dick. His legs are on either side of me now, and I can feel that he has more traction as he thrusts in harder now. His tongue finds my ear and my body begins to shake as his tongue flicks inside me. I hear myself begin to moan as though it's coming from someone else, though I also feel completely at one with my body and his. “Yes, yes, fuck,” he grunts on top of me. “Come with me, come with me!”

  I have no choice but to obey again, unraveling beneath him as he releases himself inside me. After a few final strokes, I feel him let go of his weight, relaxing on top of me. His nose nuzzles into the side of my cheek, his lips just finding the edge of my mouth to give me a kiss.

  “You know what the best part is?” he whispers.

  “Mm?” I murmur back, my tired brain unable to follow his train of thought.

  “You can stay the night.”

  EPILOGUE

  “Man, I'm glad this place has central air,” I say, setting down the last of the boxes in our new apartment. I'm sweating even with it on, and use the bottom of my t-shirt to wipe my forehead.

  “Yeah, I thought Boston was supposed to be cooler than Virginia,” Nate says, shaking his head with a smile as he hoists a box onto the counter as though it weighed nothing, though I know for a fact it has our heavy dishes in it.

  We flew up here for a weekend last month to find an apartment, and were quite lucky that this Charlestown two-bedroom was just our third stop. The realtor described the neighborhood as “up-and-coming,” and Nate loved the cozy feel and exposed brick. Neither of us start our jobs in town for another week, but I'm glad we came early. We have all the unpacking to do, we still need a lot of furniture…

  “Are you going to get tired of me?” Nate asks, walking over and wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “Living together, you mean? Absolutely. Are you going to get sick of me?”

  “Absolutely,” he says, nodding seriously, then he grins. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I reply as he leans in to kiss me. Once such a big deal for him to say, Nate now tells me he loves me regularly. I squirm happily as his tongue darts quickly against mine. A year later, and his kisses still make me weak in the knees. “What's that box?” I ask as he releases me and I glance over his shoulder.

  “Which?” he asks, looking around.

  “There,” I say, pointing to a medium-sized box sitting where we plan to put the couch, when we get one.

  “Dunno,” he says w
ith a shrug. “Clothes?”

  “Mm, no, I don't think so,” I reply, walking over to it and picking it up. “It's really light.” I shake it and can just hear the crinkling of paper. “That's weird.” I set it back down on the floor and kneel next to it, scratching at the corner of the packing tape sealing it shut. I finally get enough up to get my finger under it, and pull it across the boxes flaps. Nick comes to stand near me as I pull it open. “I really don't remember packing this one, but maybe I'm going crazy.”

  It has been an eventful week. We graduated last weekend, and played host to both of our moms, and then just a few days later we were driving up to Boston. We both managed to secure jobs here, Nate with a historical society, and me in the research side of a non-profit. I pull the brown packing paper out of the box, piling it on the floor next to me.

  “Oh dear, did I pack an empty box?” I ask, just as my fingers close around a much smaller box at the bottom of the larger one. “What's…” my eyes widen as I realize I'm holding a jewelry box. I glance up at Nate, who's grinning at me. He kneels down onto the hardwood floor next to me. “Oh my god,” I murmur, as he takes the small box out of my hands. Of course we've discussed marriage, but I didn't think he would propose so soon.

  “Brynn,” he whispers, “I've come alive since I met you. My world before you came into it was cold and dark, and then you showed up and brought light into it. Every day, I find a new reason to fall more in love with you. I know we're still young, but I want so much to have the honor of calling you my wife. Will you marry me?” he asks, opening the box. I stare at the simple, beautiful diamond ring sitting in the middle of the red velvet box as my eyes fill with tears.

  “Yes, yes, of course I'll marry you,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and covering him with kisses. He laughs joyously and lifts me off the ground with his free arm.

  “Here, try it on,” he finally says. “I measured your ring finger while you were sleeping.”

  “Sneaky!” I tease him as he slips the ring on my hand. “It's a perfect fit,” I say, holding it toward the nearest window so the light catches it.

  “Should we call your mom?” he asks, wrapping his arms back around my waist.

  “Let's wait until tomorrow. For today, only you and I will know.”

  “Only you,” he echoes, pressing his forehead against mine. “Only you.”

  THE END

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